Masturbating With Lovers (Part 1)

I had always thought of masturbation as something you did when you were alone, to free yourself from that sexual tension that arises every once in a while. I was slightly ashamed of doing it, yet from time to time would long to tell my friends that I did it. I knew boys masturbated more than girls but never quite understood the complex nature of sex or to be more precise masturbation until a new boyfriend took me into unknown territory.I was sitting on his sofa, still fairly early on in our relationship, when he came into the room naked after a shower and rested his head on my lap. I felt slightly uncomfortable; this wasn't our normal lovemaking pattern, and unsure of what was going to happen, but stroked his hair and waited for him to take the initiative.He reached out for a bottle of lubricant that he had brought with him, then started to caress himself. I watched intently, somewhat surprised that I wasn't the focus of his attention. It was slightly unreal; there he was twirling his hand round his now erect cock, stopping sometimes to fondle his balls and the space below - I didn't have a great view at the time!I was fascinated by the way he touched himself; I watched intently - so this is what they do.I waited for the moment when he would start to undress me but it never came. His eyes remained closed - I was a participant in this game but this wasn't love making - it was darker, it was sex as pleasure.He was drifting away into a dream like state, completely blissed out, his breathing slow and deep, moaning every so often at a particular caress. Sometimes his hips would twirl, thrusting off the sofa then stop.I had got beyond my initial shock, by now my pussy was so wet I longed to release the tension but his head was in my lap and I sensed this was some sort of challenge - that I was being tested to see if I could cope with him masturbating in front of me.It felt like a dream, I was under his control, I was tormented - the sexual tension was overwhelming me. I longed to fuck but knew I had to wait.His body pulsated, appearing to orgasm time and time again but he didn't come, just kept going.After an age he finally slumped, moving his head from my lap in the process. I was hornier than I had ever been, feeling spaced out, out of control. I needed him to take me yet sensed this was not the time - anyway he was exhausted and seemed in no state to fuck me. I got up and left to go into the bedroom to finally rid myself of the unbearable tension.After a minute I returned to the living room - he had done it in front of me so I must do it in front of him. This was terrifying, the forbidden, but the sex had taken over me and my usual inhibitions disappeared.Positioning myself on the floor in direct view of my boyfriend I opened my legs so he could see if he turned to look. I closed my eyes and started to stroke my pussy. Slowly, slowly I breathed to myself, I must take my time, enjoy it, immerse myself in it, in front of him. Let him know I could pleasure myself.The tension on my clitoris was unbearable, my fingers were rubbing faster and faster, One hand was stroking my vagina, teasing then occasionally entering deeper and deeper. I wanted to come so badly yet at the same time tried to stay on the edge almost there but not quite - Finally I lost control, my body pulsated, the energy was flowing all over me, rippling down my legs, my vagina was contracting - it was awesome.A couple of minutes later, exhausted I opened my eyes - he was watching me. He got up off the sofa and kissed me gently on my forehead before rapping his arms around me. We didn't speak that night but I knew something had changed forever.